Submissions by DarcAnGeL (Araweelo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 3:29am
1st Oct 2011 3:29am
No it's not Blood
Dark liquid will be spilt here tonight
and I don't mean the kind that gushes through rocks
once more potent, now way less productive, not worth the ride
my hands twitch over, and over, they fight against my will
this facade of a perfect life shows cracks, finally crumbling
the quake of my wrath is no longer in slumbers
the only antidote to your sinister faults
Dark liquid will be spilt here at this hour
and not the type that oozes out of wet gangrenous flesh
my putrid heart is colonized by what we've named love
i'm forced to keep this dead bulk ,...
and I don't mean the kind that gushes through rocks
once more potent, now way less productive, not worth the ride
my hands twitch over, and over, they fight against my will
this facade of a perfect life shows cracks, finally crumbling
the quake of my wrath is no longer in slumbers
the only antidote to your sinister faults
Dark liquid will be spilt here at this hour
and not the type that oozes out of wet gangrenous flesh
my putrid heart is colonized by what we've named love
i'm forced to keep this dead bulk ,...
801 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2011 7:31am
26th Sep 2011 7:31am
African Drumbeats
font=Georgia][font=Tahoma,Geneva][font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]your palms slam the wall
with the words that you speak
your amorous gaze
the stunts that you pull
accents your allure
the slams breach my walls and creep in
you hammer my heart's molten ore
till it turns fluid from your endless passions
a chaotic harmony ensues
your signals turned to beats, beats of my own
my skin tingles,
blood dances to the African drumbeats that have taken over
distance stretches and distorts the rhythm, the pace
you lull it into a slow tranquil...
with the words that you speak
your amorous gaze
the stunts that you pull
accents your allure
the slams breach my walls and creep in
you hammer my heart's molten ore
till it turns fluid from your endless passions
a chaotic harmony ensues
your signals turned to beats, beats of my own
my skin tingles,
blood dances to the African drumbeats that have taken over
distance stretches and distorts the rhythm, the pace
you lull it into a slow tranquil...
717 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2011 2:06am
25th Sep 2011 2:06am
Next Time I'll be Dead
i opened my eyes
to a rhythm i faintly remember
the room was dark but for a distant glimmer
what is that sound, bashing at my ear
someone shut it off! another beep i can't bear
how long did i doze off anyway
and why do i feel funny, changed
like i'm on hell's entryway
someone's in here with me
i feel the footsteps, the gaze on me
i know what thy're after
they will never get it, coz i'm saving it for later
that was some good shit
the bills he asked for were sure worth every cent
that dude must have been way up high
high up liberty...
to a rhythm i faintly remember
the room was dark but for a distant glimmer
what is that sound, bashing at my ear
someone shut it off! another beep i can't bear
how long did i doze off anyway
and why do i feel funny, changed
like i'm on hell's entryway
someone's in here with me
i feel the footsteps, the gaze on me
i know what thy're after
they will never get it, coz i'm saving it for later
that was some good shit
the bills he asked for were sure worth every cent
that dude must have been way up high
high up liberty...
1005 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 8:29am
23rd Sep 2011 8:29am
Death births Life (inspired by a poem i just read)
i look back and see
your hunched silhouette
barely visible
through this lucent screen
it gently pulls us away,
two statuettes
under this moon's mesmerizing gleam
i smile, and feel its ripple touch you
while life draws you back
into its routine
you have finished ahead this time
in a race
where he who wins is lost
your prize bequeathed to you,
six feet under ...
your hunched silhouette
barely visible
through this lucent screen
it gently pulls us away,
two statuettes
under this moon's mesmerizing gleam
i smile, and feel its ripple touch you
while life draws you back
into its routine
you have finished ahead this time
in a race
where he who wins is lost
your prize bequeathed to you,
six feet under ...
655 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 3:14am
23rd Sep 2011 3:14am
Eulogy for a Pen
trembling, i reach for my tethered worn quill
let there be precious little ink left before it turns as ice,still.
soothing is the music born, when paper is touched by its loving tip
a symphony instantly created
its melody starts yet another dance
the flow of thoughts eagerly rush forward
aimlessly spill on this empty canvass
a feeble effort to reflect the shy gems in my head
their allure fast fading as they settle on this new bed
Alas! the letters grow thin
one by one gradually get dim
last attempt
i cradle my quill and try to will it to...
let there be precious little ink left before it turns as ice,still.
soothing is the music born, when paper is touched by its loving tip
a symphony instantly created
its melody starts yet another dance
the flow of thoughts eagerly rush forward
aimlessly spill on this empty canvass
a feeble effort to reflect the shy gems in my head
their allure fast fading as they settle on this new bed
Alas! the letters grow thin
one by one gradually get dim
last attempt
i cradle my quill and try to will it to...
1047 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 12:42pm
22nd Sep 2011 12:42pm
Requiem for a Quill
Tap tap tap, fingers strike each key
the sound of fingertips over cheap plastic
everyone in the room quiet for hours
unaware of the souls floating all around us
muses long gone in this digital theme
their signals distorted by the presence of cold steel
the gentle stroke of quill against paper's cradle
now replaced with screens, keyboards and tangled cables
gone are the romances with the curve of each letter
tried to be forged now by autocorrect and font setters
the era of passion long vanished
in it's stead came Google, Wikipedia and 'copy paste...
the sound of fingertips over cheap plastic
everyone in the room quiet for hours
unaware of the souls floating all around us
muses long gone in this digital theme
their signals distorted by the presence of cold steel
the gentle stroke of quill against paper's cradle
now replaced with screens, keyboards and tangled cables
gone are the romances with the curve of each letter
tried to be forged now by autocorrect and font setters
the era of passion long vanished
in it's stead came Google, Wikipedia and 'copy paste...
619 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 4:56am
22nd Sep 2011 4:56am
Hale Monsters..
Achilles and Hercules, Alexander and Cheng,
what makes them so legendary, considered great men,
blood drenched vague histories, tales spun by the pen,
and what of those poor fellas, whose lives senselessly spent,
their fault purely a result of being of a different race,
who gave Ginghis the right to burn books by the case,
and horde the rest into rivers, while they attacked in haste,
Napoleon, on the other hand, gave tyranny another new face.
Why is it that history glorifies so much,
those who persecuted whatever they've touched,
why is it that...
what makes them so legendary, considered great men,
blood drenched vague histories, tales spun by the pen,
and what of those poor fellas, whose lives senselessly spent,
their fault purely a result of being of a different race,
who gave Ginghis the right to burn books by the case,
and horde the rest into rivers, while they attacked in haste,
Napoleon, on the other hand, gave tyranny another new face.
Why is it that history glorifies so much,
those who persecuted whatever they've touched,
why is it that...
683 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 4:04am
22nd Sep 2011 4:04am
I Turn to Ashes
i brace against the bashes
the gashes
the regular pour from my lashes
the crashes
the dashes
to cover up the slashes
my soul and myself in constant clashes
whether to take in his soulful gushes
that wrap my heart in sweet painful crushes
remind me of a time full of lushes
hugs and romance under the bushes
occupy my head in recurrent flashes
that i'd rather dump in different trashes
and wipe clean the rest in my mind's caches
so long my battles, my daily thrashes
i will wear these gifts on me like silk sashes
soon i can say your...
the gashes
the regular pour from my lashes
the crashes
the dashes
to cover up the slashes
my soul and myself in constant clashes
whether to take in his soulful gushes
that wrap my heart in sweet painful crushes
remind me of a time full of lushes
hugs and romance under the bushes
occupy my head in recurrent flashes
that i'd rather dump in different trashes
and wipe clean the rest in my mind's caches
so long my battles, my daily thrashes
i will wear these gifts on me like silk sashes
soon i can say your...
935 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 8:17pm
21st Sep 2011 8:17pm
Broken Wing
the girl with the broken wing lies here tonight
watching the familiar lights above
she had seen this view inside out
in another lifetime, on the wings of a dove
how far has life plunged her down
and when will she return to earlier galore?
a million questions fill her head
unanswered, with a sad undertone
she lay awake under the moon's glow
its light plays gently across her skin
and her broken wing is bared
crippled and crushed she lays
surrendered to her fate
the rustle of the night keeps her awake
the noise of sheets on a breathing soul...
watching the familiar lights above
she had seen this view inside out
in another lifetime, on the wings of a dove
how far has life plunged her down
and when will she return to earlier galore?
a million questions fill her head
unanswered, with a sad undertone
she lay awake under the moon's glow
its light plays gently across her skin
and her broken wing is bared
crippled and crushed she lays
surrendered to her fate
the rustle of the night keeps her awake
the noise of sheets on a breathing soul...
735 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 7:47pm
21st Sep 2011 7:47pm
Once Upon a Heart
Once upon a heart that beat in a faraway land
closer to us than we might fathom,
lay a warm blooded soul with a shackled mind,
fear for breakfast he was fed, paranoia for lunch on the menu
Dinner alas! was but a mix of the two.
Hypnotized was this poor clueless being of what transpired around him,
busy was he made day and night overflowing with all of life's burdens.
He could barely even glance and see what's outside this closed up world that he lived in.
Once upon a heart in a faraway land,
filled with endless wars and endless killings,
it beat...
closer to us than we might fathom,
lay a warm blooded soul with a shackled mind,
fear for breakfast he was fed, paranoia for lunch on the menu
Dinner alas! was but a mix of the two.
Hypnotized was this poor clueless being of what transpired around him,
busy was he made day and night overflowing with all of life's burdens.
He could barely even glance and see what's outside this closed up world that he lived in.
Once upon a heart in a faraway land,
filled with endless wars and endless killings,
it beat...
766 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 10:10am
21st Sep 2011 10:10am
With a Heavy Heart I Appologize
For all those brave souls that were lost for freedom,
For all those tears that flowed in oppression,
For all those screams that were suffered in silence,
I have no choice but to hold out my hand. in shame,
and offer a heart, heavy
that's been with sorrows stained.
For every mother who's buried her child,
For every wife whose spouse wrongfully, is behind bars,
For every child who's experienced loss,
and the word martyr constant, when of their friends and family they talk,
I offer to you a trembling hand,
in it lies my heart that's...
For all those tears that flowed in oppression,
For all those screams that were suffered in silence,
I have no choice but to hold out my hand. in shame,
and offer a heart, heavy
that's been with sorrows stained.
For every mother who's buried her child,
For every wife whose spouse wrongfully, is behind bars,
For every child who's experienced loss,
and the word martyr constant, when of their friends and family they talk,
I offer to you a trembling hand,
in it lies my heart that's...
773 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 9:44am
21st Sep 2011 9:44am
I try to Outrun the Moon Tonight
I try to outrun the moon tonight,
a crazy notion? maybe, but still worth a try,
bad things might seem tamer in the dark,
my worries might look a tad smaller if not bared under it's glaring light.
I try to outrun my burdens and unsolved fights,
yet like this stubborn moon, they catch up with me at every turn,
how far I may travel, it's still at my back,
I pant and I grunt as I move with all my might,
all the while it rests patiently in the same place yet same distance apart.
I try to outrun all that keeps my mood folly,
but end up worrying...
a crazy notion? maybe, but still worth a try,
bad things might seem tamer in the dark,
my worries might look a tad smaller if not bared under it's glaring light.
I try to outrun my burdens and unsolved fights,
yet like this stubborn moon, they catch up with me at every turn,
how far I may travel, it's still at my back,
I pant and I grunt as I move with all my might,
all the while it rests patiently in the same place yet same distance apart.
I try to outrun all that keeps my mood folly,
but end up worrying...
949 reads
2 Comments
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